Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.